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Chapter #3
Tina, Girl of the Jungle
by: Unknown
Tina stared down at the minuscule, cheetah print bandeau top and loin cloth-like skirt that she'd been handed along with fake rubber breasts that would make her appear to have HUGE cantaloupes beneath the top and a long flowing platinum blonde wig full of bounce and jiggle, plastic jewelery went with the outfit - a necklace with what was supposed to be tiger teeth and an anklet to match it.
"I can't wear this," she murmured softly, chewing on her lower lip and blushing hotly.
"Sure you can, hun, now come on. At least try it out," Heather scolded, dragging her toward the dressing rooms and pushing her none-too-gently into one before closing the curtain with a soft whooshing sound.
Okay, so maybe she could at least try to act like she was having fun here, and maybe the idea of bigger breasts would make her more confident, even if they were made of cheap rubber.
With a sigh she stripped out of her street clothes and put on the jungle girl outfit, adjusting the wig slightly so that the wavy curls fell gently over her bare shoulders before she looked at the reflected image in the full length mirror she faced.
"Oh wow..." The words tumbled from her mouth seconds before she felt a warm tingling sensation come over her, starting from her head and working its way down her entire body, making her feel like she'd caught fire and was burning with a gentle flame that wasn't exactly horrible feeling, it was actually quite pleasant.
"Okay, lets go Tina," Liza called from outside the dressing cubicle. "You've been in there like for ten minutes."
"No, I haven't... Hey!" The last part came unbidden from her mouth when she attempted to remove the wig, only to find that it wasn't budging and the harder she yanked the more it hurt her scalp... like the hair was rooted to her head now, bringing tears to her eyes. "This won't come off!"
She tried to remove the top and fake breasts only to find that the latter had somehow turned into her own flesh, complete with coral nipples perched at the center of the massive mounds. She let out a shriek of horror that was echoed by Heather's own cry of dismay.
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